Lord Have Mercy (Southern Gentleman 2)

Oh, God. When he was hot and sweaty later, I was surely going to die of need and want.

Then he resituated his cock by pressing it with two fingers and doing that little wiggle that men do when their balls are sticking to their legs and started to talk. My eyes were all for that repositioned cock, though. The way it was situated now, it was running down the length of his right thigh, and was even more impressive.

“All right, everyone come closer and we’ll get started. Since this is a boot camp that’ll introduce you into the world of CrossFit, we’re not going to scare you or anything. Today, we’re going to establish your baseline. This baseline is not ‘easy.’ At least it won’t be to you right now for those of you that are just starting out exercising. I want you to give it your all, though. Because then you’ll see just how much better you are at the end of the six weeks.”

I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from his cock and let them trail up the length of his body, freezing solid when I finally found his eyes and realized they were on mine.

He’d caught me staring at his dick.

Then, the asshole had to smirk and wink at me, causing my embarrassment to extend to a new level.

Fuck me.

I licked my lips and looked away, staring at the board behind his back.

On it was a list of things that we were about to do, and a sense of dread started to roll through my body.

This was going to be so bad.

He was about to see me at my worst, and he was hot as hell and so fucking smug that I wanted to throat punch him.

He clapped his hands and ordered us to find a spot on the ground to start stretching, and I practically crossed the entire length of the room to get away from him.

Unfortunately, in my haste to get away, I hadn’t realized that I’d gotten close to his pile of clothes and stuff until he’d followed me over there.

“Are you nervous?” Raleigh whispered, crossing her arm over her chest to stretch it.

I nodded, trying not to look at the man that was getting closer and closer by the second.

“So nervous I’m about to throw up,” I whispered back.

She snorted. “If I don’t look fuck-hot by the time I’m done, I’m leaving a bad review.”

I snorted. “If you don’t look fuck-hot by the time you’re done, you probably broke your diet and started eating cookies again.”

I mean, it wasn’t like I could judge her for that seeing as I was just as bad, if not worse than she was. But still.

“So you’re saying I can’t leave a bad review,” she said.

“Presley,” Flint drawled. “You ready?”

I turned to the man I’d been studiously trying to ignore and said, “Of course.”

His self-deprecating smile made me want to kick him in the shin.

“Then let’s start the warm-up,” he suggested, waving his hand in a wide, low arc for me to proceed in front of him.

I did, reluctantly, and stopped when I heard him say so.

“Everyone gather around, I’m going to demonstrate with Camryn the movements that we’ll start with. Once we know proper form, we’ll begin the test. Sound good?”

No.

Plenty of ‘yes, sirs’ followed, and I snorted. Suck ups. They were all suck-ups.

Flint took me by the shoulders and turned me so that I was facing everyone—as well as his chest.

“Okay, this is how we’re going to start the first movement,” he began.

Then he started to educate everyone on the movements we were about to do while placing his hands on my body and showing everyone how not to do it wrong—which fifty percent of the time I was doing.

When his hand moved to the small of my back to adjust my form on a squat, I nearly moaned aloud.

Hell, I hadn’t even realized Croft was in the first row helping other people until his ass almost hit me in the face. Luckily, it didn’t, and the only reason it didn’t was because Flint jerked me back into his body.

It was at that point that I started to sweat.

I couldn’t do this.

Really, I couldn’t.

Luckily, after showing us what we were about to do, he let us grab a drink of water and to catch a quick restroom break.

Raleigh came up to my side and stared at me with panic in her eyes. “What did I get myself into?”

“Presley, go get some water,” I heard from behind me.

I gritted my teeth and turned, shooting Flint a look that clearly said what I thought of his suggestion.

His eyes were filled with amusement.

In an attempt to get his eyes to release mine, I lifted my shirt and wiped at my brow, exposing the length of my belly to him while I was at it.